and so he did too. The lone car was still there; I wondered if Josh saw it
too.
I slammed the car door, but the noise was swallowed up before it
reached my ears. The car rolled up the hill and disappeared, Josh with it.
I walked towards my house, down one side of the gravel drainage ditch,
back up the other. Across the yard. Onto the stone walkway. Through the
front door. Up the stairs, down the hallway, still flooded with gray light.
Into my room, into bed. As I closed my eyes, I realized it looked just as it
did when I woke up.
The next morning, I woke to the opening and closing of doors,
the noise of voices echoing thro